Dmitri glanced at the pile of corpses once again, more questions forming in his mind. Even though the answers had revealed themselves through Tyrus's words, the mystery just seems to keep on treading deeper into the void.
"What do you know more about the shards?"
Tyrus backed away from Johannes, having no intention to be punched in the face. He fixed his tie and cleared his throat.
"Research begets information," he emphasized. "As I have told you, my words are purely anecdotal. But it does not reject reality, don't you think?"
Dmitri nodded.
Tyrus motioned to continue analyzing the corpses. At that moment, a Scout approached Dmitri.
"Squad leader, gas and corpses ready. Should we proceed?"
He hinted at Tyrus's figure.
"Mr. Shearman, my men will light up these corpses," Dmitri warned. "You should take a step back."
"Alright."
Tyrus didn't argue, nor did he need to. The corpses being research material was one thing—to be infected through prolonged exposure was another.
